Lyrics Lumberjack - Willie Nelson

Lumberjack

I was born on a farm down in Iowa
I pulled the tall corn and I worked in the hay
Got caught by a girlie but she set me free
I heard the timber out in Oregon calling me
Hey won’t you tell me Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop and four for go?
Boy, ask the whistle punk, I don’t know
I learned this fact from a logger named Ray
You don’t cut timber on a windy day
Stay out of the woods when the moisture’s low
Or you ain’t gonna live to collect your dough
Hey won’t you tell me Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop and four for go?
Boy, ask the whistle punk, I don’t know
Well, you work in the woods from morn 'til night
And you laugh and you sing and you cuss and you fight
And on Saturday night you go to Eugene
And on a Sunday morning, your pockets are clean
Hey won’t you tell me Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop and four for go?
Boy, ask the whistle punk, I don’t know
Well you work in the winter in the rain and the sleet
And in the summer you darn near die from the heat
And at night you’re so tired that you sleep in your socks
And you dream of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox
Hey won’t you tell me Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop and four for go?
Boy, ask the whistle punk, I don’t know